Henrik already grumbled that it was a cruel thing, to make valiant and noble knights rise this early in the morning, to act as caravan guards, and Karl moved. They were on the way in moments, which at least curbed the grumbles. The sunrise eased the gray and the chill, and after a bit, Henrik began a merry drinking song. Florangela rolled her eyes. Karl began to count the furlongs before the prisoner could distract Henrik. Assuming the prisoner could distract him. He looked over a slope to a village when Henrik grunted. "Is that our prisoner?" he said, incredulously.
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Date: 2023-12-18 04:11 am (UTC)The sunrise eased the gray and the chill, and after a bit, Henrik began a merry drinking song.
Florangela rolled her eyes. Karl began to count the furlongs before the prisoner could distract Henrik. Assuming the prisoner could distract him.
He looked over a slope to a village when Henrik grunted.
"Is that our prisoner?" he said, incredulously.